Should we be scared of something we do not know? A future that may end in spite and ice or in rage and fire. Either way, it is the end of the known and the beginning of the unknown.
Maybe life is a prelim. To toughen us up for death. To temper us, ripen us, to wrap us for death. To make each of us special, to warm us.
We are the gifts, the sacrifices that life gives to her lover, death.
The seed in us given to us by life and the fruit taken by death.
Life coaxes death, cajoles it, tempts it and seduces it, with us, her children.
